Prelude XV

(My previous fourteen adventures into other Realms of Awareness can be read in sequence on their own page, ‘Prelude’ just up there on the header, or you can catch up with individual episodes over to the right in the ‘Topics’ section, under ‘Prelude’)


Something was afoot. A stirring in the places between the Worlds, the ‘gaps’ between the marbles in my ‘bag of marbles’ analogy. It fadeed a little throughout the week between each Journey, but never completely, and always returned a little bit stronger each week.

I was being prepared for a challenge that, if the training I’d received wasn’t up to scratch, to fail would have dire consequences. (within the Journey)

And it would also be the end of any further adventures.

I wouldn’t be able to any go deeper into these Worlds (safely) that had so enchanted me, taken my heart, and showed me my untold potential. (‘safely’ being a relative term given all the things that had already happened to me!)

The best analogy I can think of is building a stone archway out of individual blocks. The placement of each one on top of the other is very important especially when you get up high enough and start to curve the arch itself. The most important stone is, of course, the keystone at the apex of the arch.

Without it the structure will fail. Adventures can be had on either side of the arch, but none going forward. With the keystone, the arch is complete and can be walked under, through, and over, without fear of it collapsing. The Path can be continued, on into the Unknown.

Each adventure, each Journey, I undertook was tinged with this awareness. Would this one be the ‘keystone’?


The ordinariness of the physical world faded to black, still, quiet.

Tiny pinpricks of light slowly came into existence all around me, and expanded into stars and galaxies, black holes and supernovas. I swayed with the subtle music of the cosmos until I found myself at the very end of the Universe. (or the beginning, depending on your point of view)

(An interwebz search for ‘Hubble images’ brought up this magnificent collection. Go ahead, take a wander through them, I’ll wait … because this is what I saw too)

I drank it all in until my mortal eyes, even in ‘Journey-mode’, were unable to gaze upon it any longer.

I made to turn around but my feet remained in place as though nailed to some cosmic plank of wood. I cursed and swore, and twisted my body, but stuck, they remained.

As I’ve mentioned before this happened regularly and was just as frustrating this time as it had been every other time. I laboriously heaved the entire structure of my Journey around so it was finally in front of me. I plonked it down into place and took a moment, with my hands on my knees, to catch my breath. I was definitely going to have to figure out an easier was to do this.

I straightened up and felt the immensity of the continuous movement of that wondrous living galaxy-spanning entity on the skin of my back. In front of me was the unfathomable expanse at the edge of All Known Things that could only be traversed at the speed of thought … which at that moment, just happened to be blue. A deep rich potent blue.

I chuckled to myself. OK then, off into the wild blue yonder!

I stepped forward and down a little. A soft breeze blew through the blueness, gathering it up and forming tiny crystals that settled at my feet, revealing a flat featureless plain that extended out in all directions.

I picked up a handful of the sand-like crystals and let them drift between my fingers. The breeze carried them through the air until they brushed over something, invisible, to reveal a face laying on top of the plain.

I cast more of the blue dust into the wind and more faces appeared. It was as though a whole race of giants had buried themselves until only their faces remained above the surface.

They had high cheekbones and wide eyes, and mouths that were a twitch away from speaking. But for all that they looked like they were just (blue) stone statues I felt their energy lean hungrily toward me

“It’s your fear they want,” said a voice that came in with the wind.

Up until that moment, as far as I could tell, I wasn’t feeling any fear.

My body clenched up and I broke out in a cold sweat.

“Ah, there it is.”

So, what was I afraid of? If fear, as an emotion, is a warning, it had certainly got my attention. I relaxed my shoulders and let tension slide out of my body and down into the earth, and switched into ‘attention mode’.

The faces themselves didn’t feel dangerous. I glanced sideways around me. Nothing there either.

The wind dropped to stillness and the dust slid off the faces. Although they remained blue I could see through them as though they were glass.

All of a sudden they lifted up from the plain until they were upright and started toward me. Surrounding and almost encircling me before I could move out of the way.

 “No!” I said in a quivery voice, feeling a little freaked out. I held up my hand. “One at a time would be good.” They moved back and formed a ‘V’ shape in front of me.

I stood still as they, each in their turn, came up to me, and by either touching my forehead with their own, or sending their energy in a beam of blue light, gave me a gift of Sight.

At first I could see all around me in all directions, as thought I were in the center of a sphere, and with each touch of energy this sight expanded until I could see the spinning of suns and galaxies. The entire universe that I wasn’t able to encompass at the beginning of my Journey. The sphere of my sight grew larger and larger, expanded beyond my comprehension. And still, the faces came on.

I felt my sense of Self dissipate as it was dragged along with my expanding vision. It was an amazing sensation, like nothing else I’d felt before, to truly be beyond any human, any mortal, sensation or experience. I released every pore, every synapse, every cell, every atom of my essence, into this amaranthine existence.

Some of my brain cells must’ve still been in communication with each other because in a single flash of awareness I knew, with crystal clarity, that this … seduction, was the stuff of madness. And unless I reclaimed my Self, I would be lost to it forever.

I made to gather myself together when a tiny beguiling thought intruded on the process. What if I didn’t go back? Would my physical body, sitting in a chair in a darkened room, just disintegrate and drift away like fairy-dust? Would I re-inhabit my body as though I were sleepwalking, just going through the motions? When compared to this, why would I even want to go back?

Oh, what a pretty seduction it was indeed.

What turned it for me? … … I wasn’t done being human.

One by one I began to close off the visions and pull the ‘sphere’ of my sight inwards, until I was standing on the blueness and the faces had finally receded, along with the flow of their energy. They were still out there though, perhaps waiting for my ‘fear’ to manifest again.

Time for a digression…

… Make no mistake, the other Realms of Awareness are overwhelmingly seductive. They deal in absolutes, archetypes, grand challenges and experiences that leave us breathless with awe and longing. (and so far removed from our daily ‘grinds’ and endless supply of doubts and fears)

I occasionally wonder if the ‘madness’ that some people carry with them stems from not being able to clearly choose which reality to live in, and by not choosing, become stuck with pieces of their Spirit in each one, and destined to wander aimlessly with only the most tenuous of threads connecting them to their physical bodies.

This is why it is so important to have someone with you who knows exactly what it takes to get you back into your body when learning how to do this stuff, and why so many people who undertake such Journeys without either the knowledge of how to do it themselves or someone who does, can have very bad experiences.

Plus … it always helps to have something physical to do once you return, hence the cuppa tea and a biscuit/cookie mentioned elsewhere. Eating something protein-y helps too, it refocuses your energy way from the Spirit Realms and aims it toward your digestion. As does a good orgasm. Sex, really, really, good sex, (either with a partner or alone) is the best thing ever, to ground one back in one’s body. 🙂

And now, on with the adventure …

Something pushed at me from behind. Just hard enough to get my attention.

I was NOT going to go through the whole ‘turning around’ thing again, so I ever so slightly ‘bumped’, back.

A small woman dressed in green tights, tunic and pixie hat bumped my shoulder as she wafted by me. The more she came into focus the smaller she got. The blueness started turning greenish and took on discrete forms and shapes that were almost familiar.

“Got that out of you system, have you?” she chided. “You were supposed to come here first, you know.”

I shrugged. “Sorry.” What else could I say?

“Hmm.” She sounded remarkably unconvinced of the sincerity of my apology, but appeared to accept it on probation. “Well enough of that, it’s time we got a move on.” She drifted closer to my face and looked at me very seriously. “You’re almost there, you know.”

I looked down for a moment. I was standing on a sandy path with sandstone rocks scattered to the side. “Am I ready?” I wondered if I was ready for her answer, whichever way it went.

She patted my cheek with her warm small hand. “Almost.”

I reached for a nearby boulder and sat down abruptly. So, not ready, either way.

I took a deep breath and looked around me at last. I was sitting on a rock at the edge of the world, and spread out before me and below me was the breathtaking vista of the Escarpment in the Blue Mountains, near where I lived as a child. Soaring sandstone cliffs hid dark shadowed gullies with water running through them that tippled over the edge to the river so far beyond me that it had disappeared into the blue haze. (which is caused by the eucalyptus oil in the air, from all the gum trees)

The sun dipped toward the western horizon, the rock underneath me warm from its touch. The little green Deva thoughtfully allowed me a few moments to drink in the vista then ‘tutted’ at me to get a move on.

I’d never been ‘tutted’ at before. It was quite effective.

I walked along the sandstone path that led from my rock and across the face of the cliff. My shoulder brushed against the stone face on one side, and, keeping both eyes on the narrow path, I tried not to look down at the sheer chasm dropping away on the other. As I inched my way around a large boulder sticking out into the path I saw that it branched into two just ahead.

One fork looked enticing. It led up into a small hanging valley and the path itself was covered in soft mosses that would be gentle on my (I only noticed at that moment) bare feet.

The other path continued underneath a waterfall, flowing down from the valley above like a curtain, and along the narrow ledge. At first glance it looked as though it was strewn with sharp rocks, twigs, and thorns, but as I got closer I saw clear spaces, like stepping stones, among the sharp edges and pointy things.

I heard voices urging me to take the easier path. It looked like my little green Deva had company. Sounding distressed, they pointed out that if I had to concentrate on where to put my feet all the time, I’d miss seeing the end of my Journey. In the far distance, at the end of the path, a golden glow shone like a fireworks explosion frozen in time.

I reassured them that I’d take each step slowly and look up at the energy glow between each one. This seemed to be acceptable, so along the crooked path I went. It soon veered away from the cliff edge and into a small woodland grove tucked down inside a gully. The Devas came out of hiding and danced around me. Surrounded by their energies I could feel, with all my senses, physical and otherworldly, how vibrantly alive everything was.

The path drew me on however, until I came to a staircase. The Devas urged me to walk up it. The treads were smooth and the steps shallow, but I was on to their tricks. I continued walking along the path and looked over my shoulder. The staircase went up for a dozen or so steps then finished in mid-air. I flashed the Devas a ‘look’ to let them know I knew what they knew, and they giggled at me. Who knew ‘tuts’ and giggles’ could be so expressive.

Smiling, I walked on until I couldn’t walk any further, literally. My feet wouldn’t move. I froze.

Something, a presence, appeared in the middle of the path.

Without thinking I forced my Self out of the Journey. Tears ran down my face. I wrapped my arms around myself to keep the terror away. I felt a keening grow deep in the back of my throat, “No no nono,” but no sound came out of my mouth.


I had found the ‘keystone’  … or rather, the keystone had found me.


22 comments on “Prelude XV

  1. More fascinating reading – good to take you out of yourself when you have sharp pains in your knee 🙂

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  2. jenanita01 says:

    I have wanted to ask, do you still explore these realms?

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    • Widdershins says:

      It ebbs and flows. Most days of the week I just ‘drop in’ to have a word, but at least once a week I go the full monty. 🙂 … since I started writing these episodes I’ve been shifting between the Worlds on a daily , sometimes hourly basis, as I remember things or ask for clarification, or just hang out.
      Many of the ‘lessons’ from that time are now so much a part of my daily life that I hardly notice them as anything out of the ordinary anymore.

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  3. Jay says:

    Nice analogy.
    Nice digression 😉

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  4. Suzanne says:

    Pulling yourself out of the other realms and finding the keystone really resonate with me this morning. While the realms I have been journeying for many years now are utterly different to yours I realised this morning it’s time I came out of them. I have the keystone. It’s a matter of. Holding it and resisting the urge to go back into my inner darkness just because I know it so well. Thhank you for your guidance.

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  5. I’ve very much enjoyed reading these posts. I can’t say that I really understand what it’s all about. But it’s an epic story. Thanks for sharing it.

    I wonder…do your journeys give you wisdom for people other than yourself, or is this discovery just about you and the whole of your being? I ask because something about your imagery in this post put me in mind of a wise woman, like the Oracle in the Matrix, whose continual ‘seeing’ renders her a bit vague and flighty, but simultaneously omniscient of people and events beyond herself.

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    • Widdershins says:

      The actual Journey’s themselves? No.

      Although simply by the act of reading these episodes I know that people get something out of them.

      The episodes chronicle the year of my ‘apprenticeship’, so in that sense it was entirely about me.

      Once I was ready I did end up teaching others how to safely engage with these other Realms of Awareness and help them on their own personal journeys.

      Occasionally I came across events and beings that were not part of my ‘Journey-scape’ but passers-by, the ships-that-pass-in-the-night analogy.

      Some shamanic practitioners do what is called a ‘soul retrieval’ for other people, or go into trance and find information for the questioner, but I prefer to teach others how to find the information for themselves, to do the’retrieving’, the Journeying, for themselves.

      Everyone’s journey is unique and it is impossible not to filter things through our own value systems, no matter how hard we try to be impartial or objective. In fact striving for impartiality and/or objectivity can distort the message that has been retrieved.

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  6. The ending of today’s adventure surprised me. I wasn’t expecting the keystone. And then your terror. It surprises me that keystones can be negative.

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    • Widdershins says:

      Sometimes they’re old wounds … or the things we fear the most … or past life stuff … whatever stops us from moving toward our dreams or manifesting our hearts desires. 🙂

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